"Cubicle?"
"Oh, it's what you call a commercial house, that thing doesn't look much different from the cubicles in the morgue."
Er...
Great, you got Old Dad's message right away, he's indirectly saying that those commercial houses are fit for the dead, covering your forehead, you suddenly discovered how on earth you'd been landed with such shameless parents.
Seeing you like this, Xi Yu couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckle, "Master Li, actually, you could ask the young lady to lend you some."
"Borrow?"
You looked up at Wu Qiyi, who wasn't looking back, and was still talking to Zhao'er.
Regarding Wu Qiyi, you knew her all too well, her movement already meant one thing, she couldn't and wouldn't interfere in this matter, and surely the one who was messing it up had to be your unscrupulous mother.
"How much interest?"
Although you knew the interest would cost you an arm and a leg, you couldn't help but cheekily ask Xi Yu.
